Bearclaw Valley a thing can be true and still be desperate folly

A skinny dark demon appeared before her, eyes a dull orange in his angular face. He spoke in broken words, like Shivali, coming to a halt a few feet away. Maegi raised her muzzle an inch or two, then let it sink down again, utterly spent from just that movement. She didn't know who this was, or why he was here; all she cared about was getting some food, and some sleep.

"I dunno," she muttered, words slurred. "Dunno where I am. Just crawled here. Got attacked. Tortured. Hungry." She gave a shrug of her shoulders, letting out a shuddering breath. "Do you understand me?" she asked, thinking of the trouble Shivali sometimes had in picking up words in the common tongue.